"Alright, alright, Mickey's a mouse, Donald's a duck, Pluto's a dog, what's Goofy?"

A Beluga whale at Sea World in San Diego.

A hippo skull at Ripley's Believe It or Not Musuem.

The Child ready for battle at Medieval Times.

Sleeping Beauty's Castle covered in ice lights at Disneyland.

Me, the Child, Mickey Mouse, Ian, and Leslie together at last in Mickey's House in ToonTown.

As much as humanity repulses me and as much as I despise humans, I really love life. I do. It's true. I love waking up, you know becoming aware I'm still alive and get another chance at living. I wonder about dying in my sleep sometimes. First thought about that is I wouldn't even know, so waking up is a 50/50 chance. With that you've got to believe me when I say I adore vacation, especially touristy destinations. They keep me humble.

I just returned from a week-long vacation with the family down to Southern California. Three days, spread out over a 7, to visit Disneyland (and Disney's California Adventure, hereon referred to as DCA (yeah, I've gotten a lot of legal paperwork, what's your point?), Sea World down in San Diego, Universal Studios, Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum, and Medieval Times.


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12.18.08
The little gem above I started soon after returning from vacation at the end of November. Life's been a crazy, needy bitch lately thus no fuckin' blog posts in over a goddamn month! I'm a horrid blogger, so I've decided I don't fit the label of "blogger". I'm more of a Putterer.

You got peanut butter on my chocolate!

I can't stop twirling my hair. Clearly it's a nervous habit, and honestly it's one I've had for years. But the last few weeks I've been twirling my hair a lot. So am I more nervous then usual? I really don't feel it. Sure I started a new job but I was over-twirling my hair weeks before the actual start date. Maybe the impending new job caused my system to do a minor freak out thus triggering my adolescent hair twirling fixation.

Well whatever you want to call it, it fuckin' pisses me off most times.

See, right there! I paused my typing to twirl my hair. Though I will admit while I was twirling I was thinking about my post, but now I've lost the thought ... Hmmm, maybe if I twirl ...

Nope, just the Good Morning Baltimore song from Hairspray goes through my mind.

Well clearly I'm not really traumatized by anything out of the ordinary traumatizations. So I shall continue to thwart this weirdo obsession I seem to have with twirling my hair.

Speaking of weirdo obsessions, one of my new colleagues asked me about Disneyland. I change my wallpaper on my work computer a lot, and the constant theme is Disneyland. Specifically Disneyland, not any characters per se (though I adore the villains more often then the heroes) but like Sleeping Beauty's castle is such an iconic structure to me I can never really shake its image. Before today my wallpaper was this fantastic map illustration of the park from 1958.

http://www.crocco.net/blog/images/dland1958b.jpg

I'd post the actual image buuuuuuuut I can't seem to get it to post here instead of at the beginning of the entry so there's the link. Please check it out.

But after a week I needed to see some castle and I found this pretty nifty scene of Sleeping Beauty's castle lit up with fireworks behind it.

http://welcometosocal.com/tickets/images/1.Castle50nite_000.jpg

Turns out my colleague is also an obsessive fan of Disneyland and I am not alone in my new work environment. I have fellow weirdoes to co-miserate with and giggle along side of. Yay new job!